Mevna glanced at Kelsen and immediately put her outstretched hand on his palm. Kelson also pulled her up and walked onto the dance floor together, leaving only Anthony with his fists clenched and his face flushed.
The noble men who had been watching also looked at each other and smiled at this moment. Although Kelsen was a little unhappy with him for cutting off the situation halfway, not letting that despicable villain succeed was enough to offset this small grudge.
The two held hands and slowly walked onto the dance floor. Kelsen's mentality immediately changed from the joy of successfully disrupting the situation to the embarrassment of being at a loss.
Because Kelsen, as a working man, naturally doesn't know how to dance like nobles, so he can still try the skill of subject three for you.
Fortunately, Mofna also noticed his embarrassment and immediately reminded him in a low voice:
"Hold my waist first."
Kelsen cleared his throat and tightly wrapped his arms around Mevna's waist. As the music played, the two began to sway on the dance floor. Fortunately, the Extraordinary One and Buel's Furnace brought strong coordination to the body. Under the guidance of Movna, Kelsen did not make any fool of himself. He even became braver as he fought, and he really managed to fake it.
The dance music changed in the second half of the music, and the dance style gradually changed to a tango-like open and close. Kelsen was speechless for his wonderful hobby of the countess. Movna quickly pressed her upper body against Kelsen, He whispered in his ear:
"Hold my back."
Following Mofna's dance steps, the hem of her skirt fluttered like magnificent petals. When she danced, she also gave instructions to Kelson on how to take steps, almost leading him in the dance.
Poor Kelson was being manipulated.
The dance music came to an end, and the two of them bobbed their heads perfectly. Kelsen picked up Mofna, crossed it half a circle, then lowered his waist and put her down and then hugged her back. The two of them finished the entire intense dance, but there was no Any sharp gasping for air.
Kelsen noticed something was wrong. Even if his body did not have the physical strength brought by the furnace, it would not be out of breath or tired. At this moment, they were breathing each other, and this delicate girl was still breathing peacefully, without any disorder.
He remembered the words they said when they first met, the Book of Idasamius. Could it be that he burned the black book, and that thing was in his mind now.
The one who comes is not kind.
Amid everyone's applause, Movna left gracefully, and the accompanying servants had already taken out a vest and put it on for her. Kelsen frowned and wanted to step forward to stop her and ask her what the other party's purpose was and what the Tome of Idasamius was.
But just as he stretched out his hand, he suddenly subconsciously returned his hand and caught something flying towards his face. He lowered his head and saw that it was actually a white glove.
Raising his head, Kelson met Anthony's eyes that were red with embarrassment. Kelsen looked at him indifferently. He was not interested in the grievances between this man and his predecessor. He didn't pay too much attention to this idiot when they met at the hospital gate last time.
But please don't cause trouble when I'm doing business.
"Kelson, you dare to steal my dance partner, I will challenge you to a duel." Anthony probably lost face in front of his usual companions, and he was really angry at this moment and couldn't speak at all.
Kelson sneered: "I don't think Ms. Mofna belongs to anyone. You'd better pay attention to your words."
"So do you accept the challenge?" Anthony took a step forward and pressed: "You are not afraid, are you?"
Kelsen let out a long sigh. It seemed that what Mofna said about this guy who had already noticed her displeasure was true. A naughty child who deserves a beating should be taught as early as possible. It would be better to hit him tomorrow than to hit him today.
In the main seat on the second floor, Countess Melina was smiling as she looked down at the dance floor making room for the duel between the two. Zangwill next to him looked embarrassed. Strictly speaking, both of them were his students. He said to the earl:
"Count Melina, isn't this a bad influence? How about I step in to stop them."
"No, it's normal for young people to have some disputes of temper. Duels for love are also part of the banquet. Why should we stop such a youthful thing?" Melina laughed and asked the housekeeper next to her to be a witness. : "Children are not serious about their actions, so keep an eye on them."
Professor Zangwill held the wine glass and looked at the countess with an excited face. This woman who had relied on military merit to reach this point really had unique hobbies and was incompatible with all the aristocratic women. He shook his head, a little worried that Kelson would be injured in the duel. As far as he knew, Anthony relied on the resources of his father's generation to become a transcendent.
The mainland as a whole is still on the verge of war, and the people are naturally martial. Dueling is also part of the banquet culture, and there is even a complete set of rules and etiquette.
After putting on their protective gear, the two people off the field also began to choose weapons. Anthony chose a noble stabbing sword, danced it twice, and nodded to the butler after confirming the weight. Kelsen spent a long time picking at the weapon rack, then shook his head helplessly.
The butler immediately approached him, lowered his head and asked, "Mr. Kelson, do you need any weapons that are not available here?"
"Yes." Kelson looked at the butler seriously: "Don't you have a gun? I want a revolver."
The butler took a deep breath, and then calmed down the urge to curse: "Only cold weapons can be used in a duel, not spells or firearms."
Kelsen clicked his tongue, then I would be at a disadvantage if I practiced American Iai. After thinking about it, since I didn't know how to do it anyway, I might as well go up and punch this little brat twice.
"Do you have any clues about tigers? Give me two of them."
Soon the two of them were standing in the field. Anthony looked at the finger tiger in Kelson's hand. First his expression changed, and then he sneered:
"What is this? A weapon of a gangster?"
He picked out a sword flower with the stabbing sword in his hand, and then raised it up in front of him. He really looked like nobles dueling. But Ivan just bumped his fists and adjusted his body to the appropriate center of gravity.
The steward stood in the middle and began his notarization. At the same time, he was also responsible for organizing casualties on both sides at the appropriate time: "Both sides saluted and prepared."
Anthony bowed his eyebrows in salute, while Kelson bowed his head slightly while staring at the opponent. He had no habit of letting the enemy out of his sight. As the butler started, both sides advanced at the same time and began to test out moves against each other.
Kelsen took a step forward. He and Jean had also learned a lot of combat experience in these days. Testing the enemy's attack range was an important part of the duel. Sure enough, when he stepped into a certain range, the stabbing sword struck quickly, and he raised his hand to block the blow with his arm guard.
This move is not very powerful at the extreme distance, but there is no guarantee that the opponent is deliberately hiding the move. Kelsen still remains vigilant. After testing back and forth several times, both sides are obviously serious about using it.
Anthony's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he sprinted suddenly, taking several steps forward as if moving, and stabbed Kelsen's chest with the rapier in his hand.
Even if the butler next to him stopped him in time, this blow could seriously injure Kelson. Even if he could be saved, he would have to bear a lot of medical expenses. Not to mention having to stay in bed for several months to recuperate. If you find a way to get involved, you can kick him out of the hospital completely and completely eliminate his escape route.
But his fantasy came to an abrupt end, because Kelsen sidestepped past with a swift and predictable movement, so fast that his clothes rustled.
He was surprised to see Kelsen showing off his white teeth proudly, with a bloody light flashing in his eyes.
"This punch requires twenty years of hard work. You must be able to handle it well."
